Here, you are constantly reminded of your own mortality. Finding yourself surrounded by beautiful old things is a powerful reminder that your own human existence is nothing more than a blip on a continuum of human existences. Things survive; people do not. Someday in the not-too-distant future, I will pass into dust, the same dust as the millions that came before me.
The comment about professional mourners reminded me (once again) of Harry Morgan's line to John Wayne in "The Shootist": "Books, the day they put you under, what I'll do on your grave won't pass for dancing."
What a GREAT LINE of dialogue! If only my poor friend, who's an actor (I recently helped video his audition tape), had those kinds of lines to work with. My word, the s**t that gets made these days....
The comment about professional mourners reminded me (once again) of Harry Morgan's line to John Wayne in "The Shootist": "Books, the day they put you under, what I'll do on your grave won't pass for dancing."
What a GREAT LINE of dialogue! If only my poor friend, who's an actor (I recently helped video his audition tape), had those kinds of lines to work with. My word, the s**t that gets made these days....